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Monday, September 30, 2013

Day 273: Credit Card Abuse

Coming into the PayPal account? Thirty-two cents from Adsense, two dollars ninety-four from Adzerk. Going out of the Paypal account? Very different story. I had myself a little spree.

List_Addict               Irene

From Choies: two pairs of jeans. What is wrong with me? I have so many pairs of jeans and I love them all but I have to loose weight to wear any of them, and I won't be surprised if the same doesn't apply to these. Don't jeans just have the most amazing personalities though? They're like a bunch of oddball friends. From SheInside: three dresses, a pair of mock-leather shorts in yellow, a pair of dungarees and a bomber jacket. Two dresses were unfortunately no longer available, so I swapped them for a woollen coat and a jumper. But the big question I need answered is how on earth do these two companies sell clothes so cheap. *Opinion unsolicited, I'm just being opinionated* It's mad cheap. I will be interested to see the quality, and I am sure I have done someone out of a reasonable livelihood. It won't happen often. I just fancied something new for a change. And from various Tourism industry people I also bought an American-Visa-you-have-when-you're-not-having-a-visa, a night time tour of the Neon Museum in Vegas (so excited), a day tour of LA and Chris Angel's Believe with Cirque de Soleil tickets at the Luxor. Roll on holiday, but no more spending 'til then!


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project Roads Meet Each Other ... and End
Dress (Tag-out—Option Two): Op-shopped
Kimono (Tag-out—Option One): Op-shopped
Tights: Retail
Bag: Coles; insulated lunch bag that is too small for lunch but just right for a purse
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Popper Pops'


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Day 272: An Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

It's Sunday Tuesday should be Sunday, and so it's Sunday Social time at Neely and Ashley's place, time to find out a little bit about each other. What would your answers be?

Q: What do you value most in life?

A: Time, especially of the alone variety. There is nothing as underrated as this rare, precious commodity. I cannot, in any sense, understand 'people who need people'. I don't agree with Barbara. They are not 'the luckiest people in the world'. The ability to be alone is a gift. I firmly believe that being able to be alone makes you a better person to be around (later). You. Yes, you. I don't think anything makes me a better person to be around. Well, maybe really strong valium and really strong alcohol that doesn't make you feel queasy.


Q: What do you think is the greatest invention in your life and why?

A: A camera that listens to voice controls. My Samsung. I think I would have given up blogging in pure frustration by now if I still had to go through the dance that was taking selfies on my old camera and transferring the images through seven devices to get to the final destination—the blog.

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Q: What do you think is the secret to a good life?

A: Taking it very, very seriously. I mean taking it very, very not seriously. It's all absurd, you know? Everything we do, all the things we get upset or worked up about. All ridiculous. The secret is to realise there is no 'point' and just go with the flow. Do what makes you happy. Do not put up with things in your life that make you unhappy. Also realise that happiness itself as a goal is unrealistic. Aim for content, because somedays you will need to be sad, and that is okay. All fine advice that I never follow.


Q: What would you most like to be remembered for when you’re gone?

A: My elaborate gothic-style gravestone (read memorial), and how they had to find homes for three hundred assorted cats and dogs they found in my self-designed and cantilevered house when someone finally realised they hadn't seen me out and about in the street, yelling at urchins in my velour dressing gown and Irregular Choice shoes from 2017, for the last couple of weeks. Poor emergency service staff! The sight that will greet them of the parts munched on by family pets will be unnerving. There will, of course, also be the seventeen unpublished volumes of my PhD on consumerism and the ideal 'I' of celebrity as identity building blocks; illustrated in the works of Chuck Palahniuk, Neil Gaiman, Charles Dickens and the fashion blogging community, with several divergent explorations of the replacement of God by Corporations, and the effect of fatherlessness on male violence. Most people won't read them though.


Q: What accomplishment in your life are you most proud of?

A: Oh, gosh? Um? I've made it this far. That's pretty good. Maybe it's that, for the most part, I have lived, what would the word be, honestly? authentically? I haven't done what was expected, just because it is. I travelled, I didn't go to university until I was old (best time), I probably didn't get the best job I could have to make the most amount of money, I'm not married (still, and that was a bad idea), I don't have a house or kids, I don't live with my partner of four years just because that is what you 'are supposed to do' (I would have to murder him, even though I love him lots, if we co-habitated and had the potential to completely infuriate each other). I did what I thought was right for me at the time, I tried to do what I thought was morally right. I tried to be kind and tolerant (unless you're in my space!!) Maybe it's not all roses, all the time, at this end of that, but doing it differently wouldn't have, I don't think, changed that. I ruminate too much for anything to ever be all roses!


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Two Outfits diverged in the woods, and I, I took the one less travelled, and that has made all the difference
Dress (Tag-in—Option Two): Op-shopped
Slip (Tag-out—Option Two): Op-shopped
Socks: Retail
Earrings: Lovisa
Shoes: Dr Martens


Photographer de Jour: V——


Who wore it better?

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Saturday, September 28, 2013

Day 271: Bad Books

Can you read anything? Or do you have specific types of books or genres that you stick to. No. Matter. What. What about if you start something and find you don't like it? Do you take the book mark out, close the offending item and find a better place for that bookmark to be? I am fairly open to newness and diversity and difference, but not as open as I think. For example I don't like war based fiction (unless it is against zombies), or Romance/Drama, or Historical sagas or Jodi Picoult. I am so mean to Jodi Picoult, and one day I will actually try one of her books. But, I never give up! If one of those genres or subgenres hits my reading deck, I will persist. I may even enjoy. The one exception was August 1914 by Alexander Solzhenitsyn: a library book that I had to return because my time was up, and which I conveniently forgot to ever borrow again (history, saga, and war!). I am a Solzhenitsyn fan though, so I may be back. Sometime. Somelife. I think that you can learn something from every book, even the really bad ones. Ultimately what a bad book teaches you—and it's a heavily underrated lesson—is how not to write a bad book. That said, here is my latest book review. *smile*

List_Addict               Irene

Louise Welsh's The Girl on the Stairs: [*spoiler alert—it's hard not to*] I had high hopes (bad move) of this novel with its alluring sub-heading: A Masterful Psychological Thriller. I have just read, courtesy of Wikipedia, that the Guardian/Observer review for this book (see it here for a 'real' review) likened it to a combination of The Yellow Wallpaper and Rear Window. Amazingly astute. And I am glad, again, that I didn't read that prior to the actual book: my expectations would have increased exponentially, and the disappointment in the text would have created an even larger gap. It does have elements of those two great stories: a 'hysterical' confinement, psychosis, obsession, voyeurism, suspicion, paranoia. But there is something about it that doesn't work. Unlikeable characters? A repetitive basis for what seems unjustifiable paranoia? A denouement which then justifies the protagonist's fears but isn't substantiated or clarified? I think I would have preferred it if she had actually been wrong all along. That ending would have elevated all the paranoia and erratic behaviour to a meaningful level. Hey, I would have found that a good book! Just my opinion. Good reads has it at 3.31 stars. It got two from me.


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood, And I Chose the Pink Pants for they Wanted Wear
Dress: Op-shopped
Kimono (Tag-in—Option One): Op-shopped
Pants (Tag-out): Kmart
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Oh Matron'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Friday, September 27, 2013

Day 270: From a Sandwich to a Lollipop

My theory is the Literary Junkies like talking about books so much that they sneak in 'monthly' check-ins more often than once a month. There is no physical way in the Universe that a month has already gone by since the last. Regardless of the warped nature of time, its folds and twists that make the linear seem shorter than it actually is, like the Norwegian coastline (guess the obscure literary reference to the Norwegian coastline—twenty arbitrary points if you do), it is time for me to explore books and their context to me for the last thirty or so days.

Q: What are you currently reading? Tell us a bit about it!

A: Usually I spare you the time consuming list of craziness that is my 'current reading pile' in favour of just letting you know what has been added in any given month. But sometimes we need to take stock and see what is happening, big picture. The pile is was in the process of being whittled down. And then a challenge happened. Feel free to completely skip over the next fourteen lines, but for my own sake, these are the books on the pile at this exact moment in time: The Book of Secrets, Don Quixote, Antigone (in French), Turn of the Century, David Copperfield, This Side of Paradise, Flowers for Algernon, The Secret Teachings of All Ages, Up Country, War and Peace, The Silver Linings Playbook, All That I Am, The Game of Thrones: A Song of Fire and Ice, The Mill on the Floss, A Necessary End, The Cuckoo's Calling, American Gods, The Blue Blazes, Damned, The Girl Who Played with Fire, The Handmaid's Tale, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, Against the Day, The Norton Anthology of Poetry, The Waterworks, The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao, Choke, The God Delusion, The Book Against God, Airframe, The Road, Night Film, Dead Until Dark, Angels and Demons, In a Sunburned Country (a.k.a Down Under) and Ella Minnow Pea. Phew!


Q: What are your five most recent book purchases?

A: I bought The Book Against God by James Wood and Ella Minnow Pea: A Progressively Lipogrammatic Epistolary Fable (and there is a Wonderous Words Wednesday post (e.g) just in the title) for my latest challenge (mentioned above). I bought Bill Bryson's Down Under and the True Blood Omnibus, Books One through Three of the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris because the dodgy copy of the former I had was, well, dodgy, and I didn't realise I had the latter already on my device—she fails Shopping 101! And I bought Invisible Monsters Remix by Chuck Palahniuk because I'm researching researching my Research degree and this is meant to better than the original, Invisible Monsters (I'm excited about this one).


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Q: Have you ever named/nicknamed anything (person, pet or thing) after a character? Who and why?

A: Bear with me in this logic labyrinth: Lollii (my dog) needed a name—before she was Lollii. She is a Staffy/Whippet cross. Staffies come from Staffordshire originally, so I googled novels set in Staffordshire, or some such (because, do you think I can replicate it now!!), and up came a book about someone who had a dog called Sandwich. Maybe, we thought, we could name her after a food item. And after some bandying about 'lollipop' came up. A supermodel like Lollii, all legs with a big, smiley, Staffy head, finds no better name than Lollipop. But, sorry, for the life of me I can't find the book. If anyone knows it, please let me know.


Q: If you could live in one book, all of its characters and in the town, which would it be?

A: There are the obvious choices: East or West Egg, if there wasn't the deep down sadness and will to self-destruct; Hogwarts, as long as the dementors are not around; a slew of Northern East and West Coast of the US and Canada locations for the colorful oddities who live there: The Yiddish Policeman's Union, The Shipping News, Passage to Juneau—or maybe it's for the cold climate. To take on a whole book of characters and locations though, maybe I would go with that apartment building full of unusual people in the XVII'th arrondissement of Paris that is home to Georges Perec's Life: A User's Manual. I would never be bored, and I might even get social.


Q: Can you think of a book you read that taught you something concrete that you've never forgotten? Tell us about it

A: I don't think I could narrow it down. I'm like a bowerbird where incidental and obscure facts, ideas and words are my blue. I line my nest with them and use it to attract a mate. Oh, actually, not quite like that. But silly facts do pop out of the walls of the nest occassionally, like the fact that Burke and Wills took a Chinese gong and a Stationary Cabinet with them on a many-month foray of exploration across the Australian outback. Um! What the? Useless for them; useless for me.


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
And in which things become divergent
Slip (Tag-in—Option Two): Op-shopped
Cardigan (Tag-out): Op-shopped
Pants (Tag in-Option One): Kmart
Necklace: Lovisa
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Can't Touch This'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Thursday, September 26, 2013

Day 269: A Different Kind of Day; A Different Kind of Post

A different kind of day today. No outfit, no poll. No speel (nearly no speel). Today I am celebrating the honour of having been immortalised in sketch by the amazing Spy Girl. I join the elusive and heady ranks of fashion-exciting ladies such as Bella at The Citizen Rosebud, Melanie at Bag and a Beret, Desiree at Pull Your Socks Up, Senora Allnut and so many more.



And so Irene could also participate, I got out my pencils and Spy-Girl-ed her too. There is definitely no 'Who Wore It Better?' today, and unquestionably no 'Who Draw it Better?' either. I don't like that level of rejection. A different kind of day to the usual story over here at Fur Earwig. I hope you all don't mind. Thank you so much Anne!

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Day 268: Wonderous Word Woden

Yay, new words! Wouldn't the world be an amazing place if every week you could learn new words and new punctuation? Too nerdy? Wonderous Word Wednesday this week (I'm a tad late) is based on the three god-y books I am reading at the moment: American Gods, The Book Against God and The God Delusion. It's just a co-incidence that they are all on the same subject this week and I was surprised that most of the words are actually from the fiction rather than what I thought would be the more difficult-to-read non-fiction. Turns out Richard Dawkins is talking down to me in a perfectly comprehensible manner so far. And—spooky—the main character in American Gods is named Wednesday (= Woden = Odin). Synchronicity.

List_Addict               Irene

  • Lugubrious: Looking or sounding sad or dismal (this is my constant work state at the moment, although I think sad is too mild and dismal much more apt)

    'Hegley had a huge head, was middle-aged, sickly lugubrious, pale. He was dressed in a double-breasted suit as thick as a straightjacket, and a rich silk tie plaited in a fat junction.' (The Book Against God)

  • Susurrus: Whispering, murmuring or rustling. It sounds like it should mean that; almost onomatopoeic for tree leaves in breezes.

    'There was a whispering noise that began then to run through the hall, a low susurrus that caused Shadow, in his dream, to experience a chilling and inexplicable fear.' (American Gods)

  • Mellifluous: Sweet or musical, of words or voices; pleasant to hear. Always seems to me like it will be a dark word—it's the 'mel', which sounds like 'mal' I guess.

    'She told them, in her mellifluous Cornish drawl, which trees they should be wary of ...' (American Gods)

  • Polemic: A contoversial argument (or the person who argues it)—especially one refuting a specific opinion or doctine. I look this up often, and then as quickly forget again. This word won't stay in my mind.

    'It is not for me to say whether I succeeded, but my intention was closer to robust but humorous broadside than shrill polemic.' (The God Delusion)



The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Skirt, as dress (Tag-out): Op-shopped
Cardigan (Tag-in): Op-shopped
Necklace and Ring: Lovisa
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Burlesque Beauty'


Photographer de Jour: V——


Who wore it better?

Linky today with:

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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Day 267: Things Meandering Through The Grey Cells

I keep dreaming of building houses. Amazing labyrinthic houses with (reading) nooks and hidden rooms, secret doors and cellars, vistas off the end of long patios, fireplaces standing alone in the middle of rooms. The hidden room one nearly had me up with a pencil and paper to work it out—hexagonal, multi-level, with a reading/sleeping platform close to the glass roof so you can watch the stars. Have I been thinking/reading/seeing too many lighthouses lately? I need that room. Maybe it's a sign; maybe it's time.

Because of the last, I have started carrying around, in electric format, the following copy-and-pasteable list: olinda; monbulk; selby; tecoma; kallista; menzies creek; emerald; montrose; seville; wandin south; mount evelyn. I think I am in some fantasy coma. I keep plugging that list into real estate websites to see what comes out the other end. For people who don't know, those are the names of some places where I might concievably (a) be able to afford land to build this fantasy house, and (b) like to live, even though they are miles from the sea, and from work, and even though Tecoma has a McDonalds and an Outlawed Motorcycle Club!

List_Addict               Irene

I'll probably get kicked out of blog-club for this, and I don't want to sound nasty (like a sour-grapes b*%@h, for example), but I'm a little over Fall. And I am not even in Fall. I don't live where it is Fall and we don't have Fall even when we do. It's Autumn. Not now, but later. But it seems to be all anyone is talking about in blogland (I am guessing it's mostly those who get paid to talk about the new buying season. Surely?). But what I find oddest is that amongst all these people 'transitioning' into Fall, most seem to premise each 'Fall' post with something along the lines of 'it's too hot to wear this yet, but it's what I would wear if the weather was changing'. Why don't you just wear what you want to and 'transition' when the weather decides to catch up on the arbitrary demarkation of seasons we give to it? Just wondering. Like a b*%@h wonders. (I'm probably not even in blog-club anyway.)

And lastly, you know how the big 'They' say that there is always someone better off than you, and always someone worse off. I was thinking. While there may be many, many of us on the planet, our number is still finite. This linear thinking of better and worse implies, then, that somewhere along the line, there will be a person at either end. What are their lives like? The person for whom there is no person in a better off position, and the person for whom there is no worse? I suppose what saves this from happening is that what makes something better or worse is purely personal. We will always be in the middle of our own line because the nature of subjectivity means that we never really share a line, no matter how empathetic we may be. And at that point the grey matter decides to watch the Simpsons and stop thinking ...


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Top (Tag-out): Op-shopped
Jacket: Retail, I think (can't remember)
Skirt (Tag-in): Op-shopped
Socks and 'Good for Nothing Student' Badge: Gifted by two friends
Boots: Swedish Hasbeens


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Monday, September 23, 2013

Day 266: Strange Little Reviews

Someone, somewhere was talking about the worth of amateur book reviews the other day. They are what make the Amazon and Goodreads communities tick, to mention just two of the biggies. Or, do those communities make amateur reviews tick? But what do you think about them? With the advent of the blog, every one is now a book critic (and a food critic, a craft critic, a fashionista, an interior designer and a photographer). Do you read them? Do you write them? For me, it's mostly a way to categorise what I have read for my own future reference. As a reader, a review is what a cliff edge is to a person with vertigo. I really want to jump into it, but I don't want to know what the book is about or be influenced by what someone else thought of it. I know, silly eh? As a writer, I don't want to spoil the story or paraphrase the plot (why do you then need to read it?), and I don't want to sound like a teenager's diary with praise or criticism. So my reviews end up strange, cryptic little things that are more about an experience than an object. One follows below; two follow in the coming days.

List_Addict               Irene

Thomas Bullfinch's The Age of Chivalry: Through prose and poetry, this text is a retelling or collection of the legends and myths of Arthur and his many friends, relatives and foes. I gave it two stars. Not because I don't like the content—I'm quite partial to Arthurian Legend—but because it was hard going, and that makes a leisure and a pleasure not so much so. Maybe it is the idea of Arthurian legend and the stories it inspires that I like more the the actual thing (I haven't read that much of it in reality). In the magic and sorcery and monsters lie the seeds, I believe, of so much of the fantasy that we have as literary treasure now: the Lords of the Rings and the the Games of the Thrones, quest tales, and even the epic battles and great loves of things like Twilight and Harry Potter—things done better, and things done worse, but many with origins back to these stories, recognised or not. As a little aside (and I love asides in texts), I thought it was really interesting how often, in all the big battles, the Scots and the French always came off second best to the English. History doesn't tell the same tale. Selective editing it seems.


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Dress (Tag-out): Myers
Top (Tag-in): Op-shopped
Necklace: Lovisa
Shoes: Jelly Beans


Photographer de Jour: Moi


Who wore it better?

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Lena B, Actually


Sunday, September 22, 2013

Day 265: The Red Squiggly Line

Let's talk Feminism. Are you scared? This is not going to be a(n overtly) serious conversation. It's just that sometimes it is the littlest of things that topple the biggest, like termites, or a small drip, over time, on a large rock. Subtleties can belie bigger and bolder endeavours and maintain a status quo without anyone ever realising it. And in this category sits the squiggly red line of 'misspelt' or 'not-known' words in Microsoft Word. One of my (male) literary professors sneered in disbelief when I was silly enough to suggest this out loud for the world to hear, so now, just between you and me, I'm telling you that squiggly line represents a continuing dominance of the patriarchal. And I am sorry to seem harsh, but if you don't believe me, you are fooling yourself a little. The fight is no where near over. And this is one of the battles!

Irene               List_Addict

Let me show you what I mean. Open yourself a word document and type in the following list (copy and paste if you like): 'Virginia Woolfe and Thomas Mann; Nyx and Hypnos; Aristotle and Aristoclea; Helene Cixous and Friedrich Nietzsche; Shirin Ebadi and Cesar Chavez; Sigmund Freud and Sabina Spielrein'. We have a couple of writers with names which are familiar to common nouns, two minor Greek Gods, a couple of ancient philosophers, a couple of modern ones too, both with foreign names, a couple of activists and a pair of workers of the mind with similarly originated surnames. Now I understand that your Word may be configured differently and that your dictionary may have different spellings, but in my version and with my dictionary, the boys in that list are all recognised and the girls are all red-squiggly-lined. You see what I mean? Who controls the little red squiggly line? Somewhere along the line a person makes a decision about a word, decides if it is dictionary-able or not. And that someone has obviously decided, seemingly for no other reason than gender (it would appear), that the males are unquestionable and the females are. Doesn't sound like much; some may even think I am being paranoid and just silly (*shock*), but I think it is emblematic of an underlying misogyny. One that none of us really wants to think about too much or even admit exists. I'm just saying! And I think, in these matters, these little incursions into gender power, we need to adopt Alastor Moody's philosophy—constant vigilance! Whenever you see that red squiggly line, and it refers to a woman, who for no known reason on Earth or the Universe, should be considered unknown—right click, add to Dictionary. We can overcome!


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Dress (Tag-in): Myers
Jacket (Tag-out): Op-shopped
Necklace: Lovisa
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Nolita Honey'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Saturday, September 21, 2013

Day 264: So Much Depends on a Good Night's Sleep

I’m listless, fugued, annoyed. I can’t be bothered. I got out of the wrong side of ‘head’ this morning afternoon. And it’s not improving. I don’t feel like writing. I feel like knitting, sleeping (more) or just reading, nothing else. All the books I am reading at the moment seem to be a bit God-y. Or in denial or satire of God, or exploring the existence of God. It’s strange how sometimes things group themselves together in your life without design. Angels and Demons is essentially a battle of science versus religion; The God Delusion is an argument toward it being okay to say you are an atheist, and here are some reasons why; The Book Against God is a protagonists attempt to write the atheistic novel; and; American Gods looks at what makes a God and how belief and the existence of Gods are intertwined. All of those descriptions are in their most basic forms and there is a lot more to each text, so please take this with a pinch of salt. (No need for corrective comments etc.) The summations merely show the interrelatedness of what I am reading. Hopefully it doesn't go the way of the last time I read two closely related books—The Hours and Mrs Dalloway—and got a tad confused.

List_Addict               Irene

This may explain my state of mind. I was blissfully sleeping the afternoon away after another ridiculous wake/sleep pattern (three hour night, work all day; sleep on couch for three hours, awake three hours, sleep three hours, work all day; sleep on couch four hours, stay up from midnight to seven a.m., present blissful sleeping state). The alarm had been going for about three hours and I had managed to completely ignore it. But then the boy arrived. His entrance made me aware of the alarm. It made me aware of the fact that I was still asleep and the day was almost gone. At first he was civilised and got into bed too, but he was restless and (sweetly) decided to make coffee so I would get up. He went away and I could concentrate of getting back to sleep. But then he came back. And he started the really annoying stuff: taking off the covers, grabbing body parts and dragging them towards the edge of the bed, borrowing the phrase 'Come on little fella!' from a work colleague, even going so far as to select some outerwear and start to dress me. I had to get up just to stop the barrage. But then he made me go to boxing. To keep me enthused, he spoke out names of people who I could think about when needing incentive to punch. I told him I didn't need any additional incentive, thanks, it was right in front of me. Can you understand where my mood originated now? I did realise that the moment I like boxing is the exact same one as when I walk out the door. I love boxing at that moment. Lucky I didn't feel like writing today otherwise this would have been a really long post!


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Dress (Tag-out): Op-shopped
Top: Op-shopped
Jacket (Tag-in): Op-shopped
Belt: Op-shopped
Tights: Retail, I am mad-for-plaid today!
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Can Can'


Photographer de Jour: V——


Who wore it better?

Getting linky today with:

Thrifters Anonymous


stillbeingmolly


Friday, September 20, 2013

Day 263: Goddammit!!

Goddammit!! The best ever year of SYTYCD is over. There were tears. Like they said, there was no way to choose a winner badly (although I would have loved it if Jasmine had won). Tears fell out of my eyes, but I grinned and cheered for the whole show too. It was stupendous. Pure, amazing entertainment!

Goddammit!! There is a serious plot error in Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. I found it. I double and triple checked it and I thought I added it to this blog list of mine (lots of 'works in progress' on that blog). But I thought wrong. And it seems that no-one else has noticed it—there are lots and lots of blogs about all the other errors in that book, but not the one I found. All this means I have had to add another book to the pile, because now I have to work it out again!

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Goddammit!! Okay, firstly, confession time. I have a device, meant for entertainment of a sort, on which there may, or may not be, a few items of said entertainment-type that have been donated to me in a not-altogether moral or honest fashion. You know what I am saying. I don't feel good about it. But this is probably karma. Turns out that recently I have purchased some of these entertainment bitties, only to find out that I already had them. Like I said, karma!

Goddammit!! It's daylight savings. I spent a night of confusion fluctuating between times because my phone and i-Pad changed automatically at two a.m., but my clock didn't. It was a night of 'ooh, it's only blah; no, it's blah; oh, maybe it's blah', and really, who knows? But ultimately it's a lost hour of sleep. And I made the mistake of checking my roster for the day it goes back—April 6th, 2014—and realised we are working overnight. (Yes, I can check my roster that far ahead; I could tell you what I am working the week containing 27 June, 2021 if needed. Very depressing!) That means we get to work a thirteen hour shift that day for the price of twelve. There will be a stronger word than 'Goddammit!!' used when the clock does this: 01:59:57, 01:59:58, 01:59:59, 01:00:00. There will be tears!


The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Shirt: K-Mart
Dress (Tag-in): Op-shopped
Cardigan (Tag-out): Op-shopped
Necklace: Lovisa
Shoes: Urban Soul


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Day 262: Snug as a Bug

I am going to wear white outerwear and dark innerwear more often, and hang out in front of white surfaces. It gives the illusion of smallerness, although slightly odd-shapedness. I lost a whole bum in that photo.

Things that make me feel cosy. That is the List-de-ma-jour today on Meet me at Mikes. What make's you feel cosy? It seems fairly universally to rotate around bad weather, beds, warm drinks and rugging-up. Have to think outside the square on this one to get something interesting—my attempt is below. Leave me your ideas of cosiness in the comments.

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  • A good rain jacket, preferably in yellow (as I was just explaining to Rachel a minute ago when she showed us hers), gumboots, woolly gloves and hats and a destination that involves cake.
  • A couch, a blanket, silence, time, and lots and lots of books. The only thing I am missing in that equation is time.
  • Marshmallows. Bare with me, I am just going to pop and get some now that we are talking about it. Back. I got some fruit tingles too. They don't evoke cosiness, but they were next to the other bag. Marshmallows in cocoa, marshmallows on sticks over a fire. What is this 's'mores' thing I keep reading about? Is it also to do with marshmallows? I would like to make my own marshmallow—it does involve gelatin and a sugar thermometer though, so it will have to wait for one of those days when I get an idea in my head and don't stop until it is done.
  • Five a.m. visits from the boy when he has just finished night shift early and I am about to start day shift and there can be cuddly sandwiches with him on one side and Lollii on the other. It has to be cold though, otherwise five minutes later it's all arms thrashing above the covers and shouts of 'It's too hot!'
  • Cosy, but not comfortable, is when, while walking through the countryside, say, from Land's End to John O'Groats in the UK, you have to stop and sleep in a field. It may be Saturday night and all the B&B's are full. It may be that there just aren't any. The process is such: find somewhere off the track; hunker down; squish all the pockey plants down and throw away the rocks and stones and bits of wood; inflate the inflatable mattress, roll out the bivvy bag, insert the sleeping bag inside the bivvy bag; put on all your thermal underwear, socks, gloves and hat; make a pillow from your coat; grab Wesley (see him on this bed, in a B&B that really was cosy!) for cuddles; climb in the bivvy bag; pull the cords until all remains is effectively a tiny breathing hole in a body bag. Mmmm, cosy. Wake up in the morning, possibly with slug bits in your hair and maybe this scenario—because I always get caught!



The Outfit
Tag-in, Tag-out Project in play, with one item each day carried to the next
Top (under): Op-shopped
Top (on top): Op-shopped
Cardigan (Tag-in): Op-shopped
Jeans (Tag-out): K-Mart
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Abigail's Party'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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